Aaaand, we're back for number three! This one is called Star Gazing, and should help answer just a couple questions about who I see being in the TARDIS.

To answer a few more questions, there is very little plot to tie these drabbles to each other. It is pretty common, recently I think, on to find Doctor Who stories that have more than once Doctor and his various companions all thrust together in one place - usually the TARDIS. This is based on that, no more no less. My only purpose is to make each individual story a Doctor/Rose pairing. So far, all three have gone together in what can be considered a sequential order. It will probably not stay that way.

As always, please review. I don't own a thing (except my dreams of Christopher Eccleston coming to save me from my ultra-boring life, those are mine).

Love love love, Me

Clara Oswald had never thought of the Doctor as a man. Well, she thought as she wandered down yet another unmarked hall of the TARDIS, of course he was a man. He had a man's body, a man's voice and hair and emotional capabilities, but she had never thought of him as a man man, with manly… urges and things.

She figured he left those baser instincts to the humans, especially since there weren't exactly any Time Ladies running about for him to spend time with.

Sure, she'd met River Song at Trenzalore and knew that she was the Doctor's wife. Apparently, though, the Doctor had been married to several humans over his twelve-hundred-and-some odd years – most recently Queen Elizabeth the First, if his stories were to be believed. Clara already knew he was capable of emotional connection with humans, seeing as he always had human companions as friends, so she guessed the idea of the Doctor married wasn't too far fetched.

Still, she'd never imagined the Doctor going any farther than the alter with any human woman (he had married the 'Virgin Queen', after all, emphasis on the 'virgin' bit).

Honestly, Clara Oswald had never given one moment of thought to the Doctor's manliness.

Which is why is had been such a shock to her earlier when she was suddenly confronted with the idea that maybe the Doctor was a man, urges and instinct included.

Clara had been walking aimlessly around the TARDIS, much like she was doing now, looking for rooms that didn't exist in her version of the ship. Rooms that had been removed from the TARDIS by the time she had stepped aboard. Already she'd found two extra bathrooms, a room decorated like a tiki party, and one very curious room painted with all the colors of the rainbow.

When she came upon another new door, one with a plaque labeled 'Stargazing Room', she turned the knob as nonchalantly as she'd turned all the other ones. Through the open door, Clara could see what appeared to be a reflection of the night sky on the wall across from her. Strangely, no light seeped into the room from the hallway, obviously to keep the sensation of floating in space more. Clara stepped through the door, shrouding herself in darkness, and looked up at the stars that had replaced the ceiling.

After watching the stars for a few minutes, the edges and corners of walls started to become visible. With her vision adjusted to the dark, Clara looked about the room for some sort of control panel – maybe she could change the view to a part of space near Earth.

She found the control panel, but didn't approach it.

Instead she froze in place, still near the door, and unwilling to make any sound. Because there, right next to the control panel, stood her Doctor.

He was leaning against the wall with one shoulder, head tilted down though it was too dark to see his face. There was a sun, conveniently placed behind him, that made his silhouette visible to her. His hair was ruffled a bit, and he was taller than the other two forms of the Doctor on board, identifying him as her Doctor.

He wasn't alone.

Next to him, leaning on the opposite shoulder and looking up at him, was the outline of a second person. A female shaped outline of a second person. The Doctor was with a woman! She couldn't be just a friend though, they were standing far too close to be platonic in any way.

But who?

Amy was married to Rory and Martha to Mickey. Neither of them seemed like the cheating type, so she ruled them out right away. She'd just seen Donna at the swimming pool watching Jack Harkness swim laps. River hadn't made it on to the TARDIS yet, so it wasn't her. And it definitely wasn't Clara herself.

'So who... Rose!'

Of course! The Doctor said he'd known her for a long time, almost as long as he'd known the Pond's, but hadn't seen her since before his last regeneration. He'd lived at least three hundred years since then, so he must've wanted to catch up with his old friend.

Clara, realizing she was intruding on a personal moment between the two, began backing slowly towards the door. It didn't look like they'd seen her enter, so if she moved quickly she could leave just as unnoticed. She glanced back when she reached the door, just to make sure they still hadn't seen her, and froze.

There she stood, one hand on the door frame and the other on the knob, ready to pull the door closed as soon as she exited. Her eyes were trained on the shadows across the room where the Doctor and Rose stood. Except the two shadows had suddenly become one.

Had the room always been this chilly? Clara shivered, but couldn't make herself look away.

The Doctor was obviously holding Rose, or they were holding each other, judging by the way the shapes of their bodies had pressed into one big lump. Movement at the top of the amorphous blob indicated that their heads were moving, just a little bit, and their faces were pressed together.

The Doctor was kissing her! They were kissing!

Clara couldn't help but watch. It was like discovering a whole new side of the Doctor. Some crazy passionate side that held women and kissed them and… and…

And pressed them up against walls!

She took one more step into the light of the hall and closed the door firmly but silently behind her. Her forehead leaned against the door and she took a breath. 'What the hell?' she muttered on the exhale. 'That was so weird…' The last thing she'd seen, right before leaving the room completely, was the shadow on the wall shift to become less lumpy, more person shaped. The sun behind them made the Doctor's silhouette clear, and she could just make out the back of his tweed jacket through the dark.

After giving herself a moment to breathe, Clara had pushed off the wall and continued down the hall the way she'd been going. All of a sudden she'd realized that the Doctor really was a man; that his desire for companionship didn't stop at just being lonely. She supposed that meant that not all of his flirting, for lack of a better word, with other humanoid species was completely innocent.

Now here she was, meandering down another hallway in search of a more interesting (less occupied) room. She wondered if any of the other's knew about this…